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"Well first off you are not actually my daughter Cora." My mother said pulling her head out of my fathers chest.

"What?" I shreaked. "What do you mean I'm not your daughter Mother?" I asked already feeling the tears run down my face.

I always knew I was a bit off from the rest of the crowd with the whole water thing, but being told I wasn't actually apart of my family by my own mother? That was just a the cherry on top of my life. I know I had a pretty good life to what others go through, but it still sucks, expessically when parents don't understand nor support you and always go on about how much they wish they had any daughter but you, well it gets old and honestly, very hurtfull.

"Pen," My father sternly said pushing her a arms lenght away and turned to look at me with a sympathic expression.

"Yeah maybe that's not the best way to break this to Corissa." Will told her approaching me wearyly taking me in his arms and lightly brushing the tears from my face with his thumb.

"What are you all talking about?" I demanded. "What do you mean, Mother that I am not your daughter? Wait why am I calling you that? Who's daughter am I? When were you ever going to tell me this? Is that why you treat me horribly. I'm not your daughter why should I bother?"

"Cora, we should all sit down and calmly talk about this. It is a long and difficult story to tell." My father said driving us toward the living room. After we were all seated, me farthest from all of them to the dispair of my brothers who desperatly wanted to be beside me. I asked, "So now that we are all situated can you now please tell me what the hell is going on?"

My parents exchanged a look each glaring at the other until my father cleared his throat and began, "Cora, I know this is hard to understand but we-we really do care about you, no matter what you might think."

I had an idea what was coming up next, but I stood still arms crossed in front of my chest with a blank look on my face.

"O k a y." I drew out hoping they would answer soon instead of prolonging my torcher.

"Well honey, you, your different, not bad different good different. Not that being different is bad or anything..." My father rammbled not sure what to say. I was so annoyed. They had something to tell me but they just wouldn't get to the point! I wanted to know who I really was if I wasn't a Richardson like I had believed all of my life.

I glared at all of them demanding an answer to my questions that I so desprately needed. They all knew something. Something important but they just kept stumbling and stuttering never answering. I just wanted a straight answer is that so hard to get?

"Well dad what?" I seethed.

"Honey, you, how do I put it? God this is hard." He rubbed his face with his hand.

My mother heaved a sigh "Its not that difficult David, Jesus. Cora" She turned and looked at me with a strange expression on her face. "Cora, You are not actually my daughter or Will's or Matt's sister. You are not even human."

I was taken a back at the way she said that. I mean I already knew I wasn't her daughter but I figured I was still dads daughter and he just had an affaire or something. But the whole not human thing? That was painful blow.

"What?" I breathed. "What, what is this some kind of joke. Well it's real funny mom. I know you didn't like me but, this seriously? Wow, just wow."

I turned on my heels and left the room struggling not to cry. I had just reached the stairs when I felt a hand on my back.

"Cor, hey Corissa." Will whispered.

"What?" I seethed not turning around.

"Take this, you'll need it." He placed a cold object into my hand and I recognized it as my necklace. "And Cora. You were ALWAYS my sister, always. And Matt feels the same, know that okay? No matter what you are our sister."

"Thanks Will" I whispered.

I took the necklace and watched him leave the room. I sighed, I really needed to get out of here and think. I went to the first place that came to mind, the beach.

I don't know why that place called to me so much given my history with water but for some reason I was drawn there; like a moth to a flame.

This would probably end badly but I couldn't help it I HAD to go there; had to.

When I left my house the sun was already down and the moon was slowly rising above the horizon. 'Probably around nine o'clock' I thought.

The moon was bright in the sky almost a full moon, so probably a third quarteror maybe a bit more than that by the amount of area highlighted. So it would be full soon.

I didn't know why but that thought was strangely comforting; knowing the moon would be at it's brightest soon.

I got to the beach not ten minuets later. Standing there on the beach I kicked off my shoes and felt the cold sand mold into my feet sinking into my toes connecting me to the earth calming me down.

I sat down on the damp sand not caring about ruining my clothes and gazed up at the almost full moon. For some reason I felt in my gut that something incredible would happen then: at the full moon; I just didn't know what. Or how I even knew that. I just knew I did and instead of being scared I was excited.

I laid down and curdled up on the sand and fell asleep clutching my necklace and thinking about the moon shining down from above brightening the sky and reflecting off of the crystal sea.

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Sorry it took so long, I had a lot going on but I'll try to write more and faster. Tell me if you like it